In halls of wisdom, where thoughts take flight,
A scholar stands, seeking truth's pure light.
Pr. Naceur Ben Mesbah, philosopher's name,
In the realm of ideas, he's gained his fame.

With mind as keen as a blade's sharp edge,
He delves into thoughts from every ledge.
Exploring the depths of thought's vast sea,
Guiding his students to ponder and be free.

Philosophy's tapestry he deftly weaves,
Asking questions profound, the mind he cleaves.
In lecture halls resonates his voice,
Provoking minds to make their choice.

With intellect like a beacon's glow,
He lights the path where thinkers go.
Through Socratic dialogue and discourse rare,
He nurtures minds with utmost care.

In pursuit of knowledge, he leads the way,
Challenging minds to explore each day.
Pr. Naceur Ben Mesbah, a philosopher bold,
Whose teachings and wisdom we firmly hold.

In sickness or health, my love,
I stand by your side,
With unwavering devotion,
as your comfort and guide.
Though shadows may loom, and clouds may gather near,
My love for you shines bright, casting away every fear.

When illness wraps you in its tender embrace,
I'll be the shelter that shields your grace.
In your weakest moments, I'll be your strength,
Together we'll conquer, no matter the length.

Through fever's heat or pain's relentless toll,
I'll be the rock on which you console.
For love knows no boundaries, no bounds to confide,
It's an eternal flame, a steadfast guide.

With tender care, I'll soothe your brow,
Whispering words to lift your spirit somehow.
In laughter and tears, and each fleeting sigh,
Our bond grows stronger as time passes by.

So fear not, my dear, for you're not alone,
In this journey through sickness, our love has grown.
I'll hold your hand through each trial we face,
With love as our beacon, we'll embrace every grace.

And when health returns, as it surely will do,
We'll cherish each moment, me and you.
For even in sickness, our love's light will glow,
A testament to the strength that we both know.

So take heart, my love, and let worries subside,
In sickness and health, I am forever your guide.
For even if you fall sick, remember this truth,
Our love's unbreakable, ageless and smooth.

In chambers bathed in scarlet's vivid hue,
A maiden graced with royalty's decree,
Emerged midst December's breath, anew,
From Rose's lineage, her destiny set free.

Unmatched, her beauty, whispered through the air,
The heir of nature's treasures, poised to sway,
In comfort's arms, her mother's artful snare,
A dance of elegance, life's intricate ballet.

Within a cardboard cradle, humble, quaint,
A refuge born of mundane refrigerator's guise,
A phoenix in captivity, a heart's soft plaint,
As melodies of her mother's toil did rise.

Cigar's lingering incense, spirits' lingering trace,
Notes of rye and gin, tales of twilight's embrace,
Invisible imprints of those who found their place,
Within the alcove where desires interlace.

Such life, a gilded cage, ornate and grand,
A prisoner of opulence, bound by gold,
As Rose's allure dimmed by time's swift hand,
Princess, once adorned, in shadows now enfold.

Questions, delicate as lilies on still water's face,
Restless ripples of thoughts profound,
Did her mother, too, in the past's embrace,
Yearn for a different fate, a path unbound?

Yet, such musings banished, like morning mist,
For from her mother's teachings, she had gleaned,
To drown uncertainties in spirits kissed,
In numbness find solace, in forgetfulness, dream.

But winds of change swept familiarity away,
Transforming the tapestry of life's design,
Seated in a café's embrace, a pivotal day,
A stranger's arrival, destinies align.

His smile, a canvas of sincerity untamed,
No hidden agenda in his tranquil gaze,
Words woven like an intricate tapestry unframed,
An invitation extended, a connection's blaze.

In her contemplative realm, a seed of query sown,
Could he fathom the secrets her past concealed,
A princess sculpted by a world overthrown,
In the crucible of a fate unrevealed?

Reimagined in verses, this tale unfolds,
A mosaic of sentiments, resplendent and pure,
From captive to sovereign, her journey of old,
Princess, unchained, her essence to endure.

A double rainbow yesterday.
Daddy said Hello.
That is one of the reasons rainbowchaser is my copyright.
We lost him fifty years ago this August when he was only 45.
We lost Mom three years ago this August.
My father-in-law was eight years ago this August.
I don't like or care for the month of August.
Take care of Mom and our grandparents.
Watch over all your kids including grand and great grand.
Thanks for saying Hello and will always love and miss you!

C@rainbowchaser2023

Gentle syncopated breeze in the trees
Remembering your family giving you a hale and hearty farewell
Your infant great-granddaughter, great-grandson, grandchildren and children hurt and annoyed about the damage Covid start and brought you to an end
Rest in Love, Mom
Say Hi to DADDY
We miss you both more words than I can ever write

C@rainbowchaser2023

I lost my mind
Trying to decode and fight
A world based on
Yesterday
He saw the light
Telling him to
Inform or to write.
My mind objected
And your hearsay was rejected.